Wednesday, 19 December 2007

Second, here's a disturbing tidbit on how Huck raises his kids. I know, the candidate is the one to be scrutinized, not his family. But how he acted in response to his son's behavior is disturbing. And, if this is the sort of relative he would bring with him to the White House, he would make Rodger Clinton and Billy Carter look like valuable democrat assets.

You know, early on, I thought Huckabee was a bad choice for President; but I wished him well, because I thought he could move from this race to the U.S. Senate as the best man to take on liberal democrat Blanche Lincoln. But the more I learn about Huck, the more I think I don't ever want to see him hold any office, ever. I hope there is another good Republican or two in Arkansas to challenge the established democrats there... but Huck is not the man.

Wednesday, 07 November 2007

It is amazing to me that both these animals can be the same species. It is even more amazing to think that, essentially, both of these animals are the children of wolves.

What I find even more amazing is that both humans and dogs are able to see such extreme differences and yet recognize both breeds as dogs. I wonder if a person who had somehow grown to adulthood without ever having seen any dogs would still be able to look at this picture and know that both animals are members of the same species?

Wednesday, 08 August 2007

Ethanol fuel seems to be more trouble than it's worth. I remain convinced ethanol fuel isn't so much a savior during the energy crisis as a subsidy for America's corn farmers. There may be a place for biodiesel made entirely from waste products, but sacrificing a valuable feed crop makes no sense. Food is more important than fuel. We can live without cheap gas. We can't live without food. And yes, I know premium steak is a luxury, but remember: if people don't eat steak, they still have to eat something, and the law of supply and demand dictates that all food prices will rise if we continue to produce ethanol fuel.

Tuesday, 19 December 2006

A friend of mine, who shall remain nameless (for now), sent me THIS SONG. He says it's a recording of his band, "The Frigid Poodles," performing that Christmas classic, Oh Holy Night. He says that's him on lead vocals. I am not so sure. I think he may have actually taught a poodle how to sing.

This was one of my favorite Christmas carols, once...

UPDATE!

To see a picture of the alleged lead singer, click the link below to continue...

Monday, 04 September 2006

Steve "Crocodile Hunter" Irwin finally met his match. It sounds like the stingray hit him in just the right spot, injecting venom directly into his heart. At least it was quick and probably painless, and didn't involve teeth.

This is a sad day in Oregon as well as Australia. Steve's widow Terri is a local, born in Eugene. The Irwins always maintained close ties to Oregon. Our deepest sympathies go out to the Irwin family.

Show your appreciation for Steve's life and work by watching him and Terri in their movie, Crocodile Hunter: Collision Course, which really is a lot of fun:

Thursday, 08 June 2006

Well, as you probably already know, Zarqawi has gone to meet his 72 virgins. Unfortunately for him, he failed to read the fine print in his virgin contract, because he is about to meet 72 of these in Hell:

Burn in hell, you scum sucking infidel! 72 pulsing rhino penises aren't enough for what you have done in the name of the "religion of peace."

Wednesday, 03 May 2006

I am at this very moment sitting in the student lounge, de-stressing after a rough final exam by catching up on all the internet news I have missed. The dude sitting next to me, who is some ugly student I have never seen before, surfing on his Mac, is the LOUDEST DAMN EATER I HAVE EVER HEARD! I am going to have to get up from my prime spot on the sofa and find some other place to sit, because THIS GUY IS SLURPING AND CHOMPING SO LOUDLY I AM ABOUT TO PUKE! And it just keeps going ON and ON and ON. Normally, you'd expect people eating so ravenously to actually finish quickly. But this dude has some bottomless stash of slurp and chomp material. It's like a nature show, where they get the microphone really close to some insect that eats leaves non-stop and all you hear on the TV is the CRUNCH MUNCH CRUNCH MUNCH of endless consumption. It's like listening to a PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS!

OK, I am about to hit "post" and then it's time to move before I hurl...